When the school principal called, his voice carried a tension I hadn’t heard before. “You need to come in immediately,” he said, quickly adding that my daughter Letty was safe. But the mention of several unfamiliar men asking for her by name sent a wave of fear through me. Loss had already reshaped our lives after my husband Jonathan passed away months earlier, and in that moment, I was certain something else was about to be taken from us. I rushed to the school with my heart racing, replaying every possibility, trying to steady myself for whatever I might find.